"You think it's really okay to marry her and not tell her that you have a kid? Or that you plan on ripping her off? That's the kind of man you are?"

Fitz rode with Blake to make sure he got back to his best man's apartment in one piece since he was the only one who hadn't had anything major to drink all night. Blake seemed to be somewhat sober but not very much. His best man, George, was passed out on the couch giving Fitz the opportunity to confront him.

"What makes you any different than me?"

"She knew everything about me. You on the other hand… she knows nothing about you, apparently. And you are going to marry her tomorrow? You are such a coward."

"I'm the coward? You're the one who wouldn't leave the wife for her. You cut her out of your life because she was a reminder of your dead son. I think if anyone is the coward here, it's you. You led her on for how many years?"

Fitz grabbed him by the shirt and threw him against the wall holding him there.

"Listen you worthless piece of shit," he spat in his face beyond pissed off. "The only reason that you're still breathing is because for some fucked up reason, Olivia thinks she loves you. I could have killed you yesterday when I found out that you hit her. Even by accident, I could have put my bare hands around your throat and squeezed until you couldn't breathe again. But since Olivia asked me not to… you are so fucking lucky."

"I make her happy. More than you ever could."

"She's still debating on that. You tell her the damn truth or I will be sure to embarrass you in front of your whole family and hers tomorrow. And I'll be there to pick up the damn pieces of her."

Fitz threw him down to the floor and walked out of the house. He started to walk down the street calling for the agent to call his other and get the car. While they waited he picked up the phone and called Olivia knowing she probably wouldn't answer.

"Hi," she answered seeing it was him. He could hear the smile on her face through phone.

"Hey. Shouldn't you be enjoying your time with the girls before becoming a wife?"

"Well, when the man of honor calls, the bride picks up."

"You know that's still a messed up title."

"Would you prefer maid of honor? I'm sure Abby wouldn't mind switching."

"No, no, man of honor sounds perfect. What are you ladies doing?"

"Just finished the movie. Ella's sound asleep. The rest of us are enjoying a little champagne from the hotel. Bachelor party over?"

"Yes, thankfully."

Olivia sensed that it wasn't good. "What did you do?"

"I didn't do anything. I just… I'm not into that type of scene. I'm a bit too old for that and I'm not my father."

"You didn't enjoy the strippers then?"

"I don't know how anyone does. How can people degrade themselves like that?"

"It's a job, Fitz. Some people are very comfortable with their body and don't mind showing it off. Plus, you make great money."

"Something you need to tell me?"

"You know I was a party girl many many moons ago."

"Luckily, you are over that phase. I have a hard time imagining Olivia Pope partying with the big shots as a twenty-year-old."

"I had fun but it's all over. And tomorrow I'll be an old married woman. The joyous days of being married. Where are you? You sound like you're outside."

"I'm on my way back to the hotel. Just waiting for the car to get here."

"Where are you? I'll come get you."

"No, Livie, you have fun with the girls. The agent is on his way with the car."

"You aren't supposed to be anywhere without an agent. Fitz, you could get hurt."

"Daniel is with me; we're waiting for Nathan to get here. So tell me, did you get your nails done? What color are they?"

"Do you really want me to tell you about my nails?"

"Sure."

"Well, they're French tipped, and painted blue but not dark blue but not quite…"

"Okay, you're right, I really don't want to know about your nails."

They stayed quiet on the phone for a minute just listening to the other breathe. She could tell something was up. Olivia stepped onto the balcony of the room and closed the door behind her.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"Livie, I just want to make sure you know what you're getting into. I know you love him but is that enough?"

"Blake… I love him. He's not what I expected to be with but he's him and I love him for that. He's good for me."

"You're settling, Olivia. You deserve better."

"He's what I deserve," she quietly answered him. She felt uncomfortable with where this conversation was going and dodged it. "I've got to help Abby with stuff for tomorrow. Are you sure you'll be okay?"

"Yeah, go get ready for your wedding, Liv. I'll see you in the morning."